Same Difference.

Synopsis:
Parallel worlds exist alongside each other. They contain different versions of people. Sometimes, they're completely different. And rarely, a different gender.
Hibari Kyona had always thought that the only person she could ever like, would be herself- she didn't mean literally. She wasn't too sure what she meant now that she was standing in front of Hibari Kyoya, a man that was supposedly herself.
Hibari Kyoya had always thought that the only person that there was no one he could truly get along with. Only he understood himself. Only he would be the fitting person to spar with. Though now that he was glaring at Hibari Kyona, he was not too sure what to think anymore. She was not him, not exactly. She was more expressive than he would ever be. Though she was just as bloodthirsty, as brusque, and as blunt. He wasn't too sure what she was. Him- but not him.
They were not each other's halves for they were complete without each other. But perhaps together, they were something more.

"I don't think you know but, people are different, shaped through experiences. We may technically be the same person, but we are not the same."

"If we fall in love, would that be considered narcissism?"

A/N: I found this very.. interesting to write and I'm pretty glad I came up with it. I've seen some TYL 18 x 18 fics but that's about it LOL. I hope you guys will like it too. I'm sorry if Hibari Kyoya tends to seem slight OOC? But I'll try my best to keep him in character. Kyona isn't exactly like Kyoya because they were raised differently and they went through different experiences that shaped who they are. So Kyona is basically my OC.
Kyona is more like TYL Kyoya in my opinion. More thoughtful, more teasing. Talks a bit more, gives respect to those who deserve it. Still blood thirsty and demanding but a bit more reasonable.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR (I can only wish). I don't own my cover photo either.

CHAPTER 1

POV: Third Person (Limited) ; Sawada Tsunayoshi

Tsuna looked back and forth nervously. He had no idea what was going on. Two sets of the same shade of steel blue eyes glared at each other. Heck, Tsuna could FEEL the electrifying static of rivalry… And it was horrifying.

"Who do you think you are, herbivore?" Hibari hissed.

"Herbivore? What is that supposed to mean?" she glared back. Her arms rose to cross over her chest. She was dressed in a black sailor like uniform with a red bow and a red stripes. She had black mid length hair and steel blue eyes- and guts of steel. "Move it."

"Oh? You wish to get bitten to death?"

"Bitten to what? Tacky," she mumbled, idly adjusting some armband on her sleeve.

"Hiiiieee! Please stop! Are you a transfer-" Tsuna jumped back barely as a tonfa whipped out- But it wasn't Hibari's. It was the girl's.

Hibari narrowed his eyes even further and Tsuna's eyes widened even bigger, if that was possible. "I never gave you permission to use my weapons," he said as he drew out his own.

"Yours? What gives you the right to own them?" One foot slid back as she got into a stance. Hibari into the same exact stance. "And I don't remember giving you permission to use weapons on school ground, which is strictly forbidden."

Why does that reasoning sound oddly the same as... Hibari's.

"The disciplinary committee can do what it wants," Hibari replied before abruptly lunging at her.

"My reasoning exactly," she smirked, blocking his attack.

"Wao," he said sarcastically as his smirk matched hers.

"Impressive," she muttered to herself before swinging the other tonfa in an under-arc- only to be blocked by his other one.

"WHAT, IS GOING ON?" Tsuna exclaimed to no one in particular, the two were deaf to him (luckily) and all the students were already in class (luckily for them).

Reborn jumped onto his shoulder out of no where, eyeing the situation with amusement.

"Reborn!" Tsuna's tone grew distressed.

"Interesting," Reborn mused.

There were too many noises. Clanks, insults- The two were going at it head to head. No one was giving an inch away and Tsuna is gaping as to how someone is holding up against Hibari.

"Not bad," Hibari smirked.

She returned a smirk that looked… disturbingly similar. "Hn." And a noise that sounded oddly familiar.

… "How long has it been?" Tsuna mumbled miserably. Not to mention Tsuna was late, been late, but Hibari was too endorsed in the fight to even yell at him. He should leave. Well, he wanted to leave. But Reborn made him stay for some reason that would probably get him killed later.

"Thirty minutes," Reborn said with a smirk.

"THIRTY?!" Tsuna screeched. The brown haired boy returned his attention back to the two raven haired teens, still going at it. They didn't even break a sweat yet. Tonfa against tonfa.

Reborn finally hopped down to walk in the middle of the fight once the two jumped back for distance.

Reborn turned to the girl. "What's your name?"

"Kyona..." she answered as she lowered her tonfas, the armband visible for Tsuna to read now- Discipline. "Hibari Kyona."

…"WHAT?!" Tsuna yelled loudly. Hibari- No, Kyoya's eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted. "Two Hibari-sans?!" It was then that Tsuna realized everything that was similar to Hibari Kyoya. Even their nose, and their mouths- There were small differences. She was definitely more feminine (and beautiful), her eyes were a bit bigger and her features weren't as sharp.

"I thought so," Reborn smirked.

"Reborn! You knew-"

"No. I only guessed," Reborn said to Tsuna before turning to Hibari- No, Kyona. "I don't think this 'world' is yours," Reborn said simply, shocking all of them.

"What are you saying, Reborn?!"

"Does this world seem unfamiliar to you?" Reborn ignored Tsuna's question to push his own.

Hibari Kyona straightened up as she looked around before frowning when her steel blue gaze rested on Tsuna. "Ah, that would explain why Sawada Tsunayoshi is such a pipsqueak here."

Tsuna's eye twitched but he didn't say anything.

"And a strange person that could pass for my cousin- no, a brother. Not to mention," she glanced around before pointing to the school. "We decided to remodel the school a bit."

"She didn't notice before?!" Tsuna muttered to himself.

"You seem more talkative than Hibari Kyoya here," Reborn said.

She shrugged. "You asked me a question I'm willing to answer, so I'll answer it."

"Do you know how you ended up here?"

She frowned. "I was just walking to school after taking care of some delinquents."

"But then you arrived here."

"Yes."

"From my guess, though it sounds unbelievable.. You are Hibari Kyoya in a different world."

"That's crazy talk, Reborn!" But there were too many strange things happening around Tsuna lately for him to dismiss this.

"Your parents' name?"

She frowned. "Hibari Akane, mother. Hibari Kyosuke, father." Kyoya shifted slightly and anyone could tell that she was right.

"Date of birth and time?" Reborn asked.

"May 5th, born at 7:30 AM around," she stated with a bored expression.

"Same with you?" Reborn turned to Hibari Kyoya who only made a 'hn' noise.

"What if they are long lost twins?" Tsuna suggested in a vain attempt. Anything to make this sound or even look ordinary.

"I don't have a twin. And anyways, Sawada Tsunayoshi. If I had a twin, you must too. Because to me, you were a female. Unless you liked to cross dress."

"..." Tsuna was too shocked to say anything.

"I don't care who you are. You are trespassing," Kyoya interrupted, getting ready to start another fight.

"Trespassing 'worlds' is not of my choice. But technically, I am a student. As you are- Well. Technically we are both supposed to be in high school, are we not?" she smirked to his opposing frown. "Though if I'm trespassing, wouldn't that go the same for you?"

The girl passed by Reborn to stand in front of her other self. He looked down at her since he was taller, only by a bit.

He scoffed, eyes glancing down at the armband though it red and white instead of yellow. "There can only be one prefect."

She shrugged. "Then, you can have it."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow and Tsuna was also astonished. "Y-You don't want it?" Tsuna asked meekly.

Her gaze alone was enough to make the smaller boy tense up. "No. As long as I get a position as student council president. Disciplinary committee leader, that's only my second position."

Kyona merely turned around and walked, hitting against Kyoya's shoulder on purpose. But before she got any further, his hand slapped down onto her shoulder, keeping her in place. "Where do you think you're going?"

She hit his hand away, eyes narrowed for a short moment that she looked back. "To secure my position," she replied with a smirk before continuing down her path. "Since I don't know how long I'll be here." she called back without another glance in their direction.

"Well this will be fun," Reborn said once he landed back onto Tsuna's shoulder. Tsuna expected Hibari Kyoya to chase after the offending girl too but he only watched as she left, an amused smirk on his lips.

Now Tsuna was scared, very scared. By the fact that Kyoya was interested and by the fact that there were two Hibari's in town. And he couldn't even handle one!

"Hn." The female stopped. Tsuna tensed when she turned back and eyed him with an icy gaze.

At the same time, Kyoya's attention shifted onto him. Oh no-

"Sawada Tsunayoshi. You are late to class," they both said at once, their expressions turning dark.

"HIIIIEEEEEE," Tsuna shrieked, unsure if he would be able to make a run for it. A smug smile for Reborn told him that he'd get hurt one way or another.

The two Hibari's looked at each for a moment until Kyona sighed. "I have a position to secure. You take this one."

"You don't tell me what to do."

"Right, then let's call it a mutual cooperation. Or just a decision. What's mine is yours." And she left.

Kyoya scoffed but said no more. Oh, he won't be doing any talking- his tonfas will. And Tsuna was going to be in a conversation of hurt.

Before Tsuna died, he realized hell was a much better place, absent of the devil(s). It was because he realized true hell was- well, what seems to be the two Hibari's getting along. Or well, at least mutual agreements.

POV: Third Person (Limited) ; Hibari Kyona

The metal door creaked as she opened it, hitting the girl with a chilly breeze as she stepped out onto the rooftop. The warm sunlight bathed her in its rays and the short lived chill was long forgotten. Kyona made her way over to the railing and leaned over it, looking down at the peaceful town. The beautiful sight of which she committed to memory long ago, a painted canvas in her mind. She knew it like the back of her mind.

Could this really be a different world? Though too many strange things had already happened, she wouldn't really doubt this one. The town looked the same. As far as she could see, some of the houses were a different color or the lawn was slightly off. She supposed she could believe all of this was real. She wasn't stupid- though, she wasn't too sure if she was sane.

The footsteps from behind drew her attention, turning away from the town behind her now. "I'm going to ask you again. Who are you?" The low voice belonging to Hibari- what was it.. Kyoya?

"Hibari Kyona," she answered casually but he narrowed his eyes.

"You are not related to me," he stated matter of factually.

Kyona cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not sure if being you in another world counts as related," she said.

"You are not me," he hissed, lips curving into a frown as he continued walking towards her.

"Then, why don't you explain this?"

"There is nothing to explain. You are an impersonator."

She scoffed, unsure how she could get him to understand. Though she didn't really care for his understanding. Perhaps she should just beat it into him. That'd save more time except it'd be more trouble. But she wasn't too sure she'd mind. He was worth a good fight.

"You don't care for words. Would you care for a fight instead?" she smirked, a clear challenge a Hibari in any world would never give up.

He returned the expression, drawing out his tonfas without a second thought. "I see that you have some taste."

She only let out a quiet 'hn' before dashing at him.

"You're capable," he breathed.

She shrugged, straightening down her black skirt. They fought for.. awhile. Head to head, tonfa to tonfa. They were matched evenly. But he was more tired. She had more training. 'Training', the bucking horse said. But it wasn't like she needed it. Kyona placed her tonfas back down at her side, finding their battle to be enough- for now.

"Done already?" The male frowned.

"There is a student council meeting and I have a position to secure," Kyona replied. The guy only scoffed but he didn't stop her when she walked away, closing the door behind his smirk and the very obvious glint in his eyes. She supposed her expression mirrored his. After all, she had just met someone very interesting.

POV: Third Person (Slight Omniscent)

Kyona slid the door open right before the meeting started, drawing all fearful eyes up at her.

"Um, we're in a meeting-"

"Which one of you is the president?" she asked simply, though her question sounded more like a demand than anything.

"M-Me," a lanky teen sidestepped a desk to walk up to her, pushing up his glasses nervously. "I'm Hatake Minori-"

"Give me your position," she interrupted with a brusque demand.

"Excuse me-"

She grabbed the collars of his white dress shirt, pulling him closer to her so that their eyes meet and everyone gasped. "I want your position as student council meeting."

"I-I'm not sure I could do that-"

"And I'm not sure you have a choice," Kyona smirked as she pulled out a tonfa, carried on a strap at her thighs. She pressed it close to his face, stinging it with cold metal. He visibly and audibly gulped upon the sight of it. Everyone in the room froze.

"P-Please don't hurt me-!"

"Hurry up," a low voice from behind spoke as he entered. All eyes turned to Hibari Kyoya, most feared person in school- perhaps, until he had to share the spot. "I'm losing patience."

Kyona scoffed upon the sight of him before turning back to the student council member, chilling the poor guy with her steel gray eyes. Now two sets of that cold color was on him and he wished the ground swallowed him up then and there. Better that than being buried by Hibari Kyoya or the unknown girl that gave off the same chilling presence.

"A-As you wish, m'am," is all he could say after his eyes flitted to Hibari Kyoya who didn't seem to care one bit about this scenario- meaning he was fine with it.

She nodded with a smirk before letting him go in which he stumbled back on weak legs. "I, Hibari Kyona-" cue dramatic gasps and whispers that were shut up rather quickly with an icy gaze. "Will now be student council president. Hatake Minori, you will be vice- adjust the rest of the positions, I don't care. You may lead the meetings and what not but I have an ultimate say over what goes on." Her gaze didn't only rest on him, no, it lingered upon the whole room like a threat. "Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone shrunk except for the head of the disciplinary chair who merely took his position at the window, leaning onto it. Small nods united throughout the room and Hibari Kyona was satisfied. The raven haired girl tucked her tonfa back in and took her position on the other side of the room.

...

"Eh?! The spacious reception room is being used by one committee? What gives?!" This girl exclaimed as she clutched her paper and pushed it up closer to her face as if she couldn't see something a few inches away.

The teen next to her paled as she whispered something sharply but audibly to almost everyone in the room, including the two prefects. "Hey, shhhhh. That's the disciplinary committee's. Hibari-san's."

The female prefect shifted slightly as her eyes fell upon the other one, both their arms folded in front of their chests. Kyoya slowly regarded her with slowly opening eyes and a smirk.

"H-Hibari-san! I'm sorry! I apologize!" The girl who made a terrible mistake bowed several times.

The prefect she was apologizing to only smirked, satisfied that she knew well who she was dealing with. "Then, you may continue," he said simply.

"WE WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS." A group of students with matching headbands chanted together.

"What are you, the friendship committee?" The male prefect's smirk faded into what seemed like a neutral expression. Though whoever knew of the terror can only assume he was plotting the demise of the unfortunate group... and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"WE FIGHT FOR EQUALITY."

"Shut. Up." A cold feminine voice froze all of them with stunned expressions. Their heads mechanically turned towards the female prefect in the corner, faces full of fear. "Continue with the meeting, quietly," the last part was emphasized and thrown over to the frozen solid committee as she shot another glare in their direction.

The friendship committee's faces dropped as their volumes dwindled down, giving small bows and taking their places.

She sighed and pressed her back against the wall again, gazing out into the window near her instead of focusing on the rest of the meeting. Kyoya, on the other hand, was eyeing the meeting but he, too, was not focused. Like everyone expected, he had plans for the friendship committee.

POV: Third Person (limited) ; Hibari Kyona

The two of them were now walking down the hallway, collecting many stares as they walked by. Though no one dared to whisper and crowds were usually scattered by a glare one of the Hibari's.

"And why are you following me?" Kyoya grumbled.

"I'm walking beside you," she pointed out. "Besides, I want the reception room too."

"It's mine."

"What's yours is mine."

He stopped abruptly, eyes narrowing. "No. It isn't."

She ignored his pause and continued walking down the hallway, knowing full well where the room is without him. It was a different world but the school's structure was basically the same. Soon she heard his footsteps behind her, hurried and fast. He might attack her from behind, she reasoned but she slowed as she got closer to it.

"The door is open," she stated to no one in particular.

Kyoya probably dropped the idea of attacking her and walked past her, into the room. He scanned the surrounding shortly before casually leaning onto the doorway and Kyona rolled her eyes.

"These watchdogs are useless," the male prefect grumbled. She frowned upon the heap of them lying disgracefully on the floor. Even in this world, they still had their tacky matching hairstyles. Amazing.

Kyona looked around the reception room. A yellowish couch, a dark wooden desk, and a black leather chair. Some cabinets, some drawers. A pretty spacious room and the same office she used in her own world. Supposed they really had the same ideas and the same taste.

"You people. Who are you?" Kyoya glared with a frown to the small crowd in front of him. Gokudera Hayato, Yamamoto Takeshi- and Reborn. She could catch the little brown spikes of hair from the couch and figured that must be Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Well, it didn't matter who they were. They were dead, and that's all that matters now that they invaded the reception room.

"He's Hibari Kyoya," the tallest teen mused. Shortly Kyona pondered over the fact that mother once said if she had a boy, she would name him 'Kyoya'. "But…" Yamamoto's attention moved over to the girl behind the male prefect. "I never knew he had a ...twin?"

The two of them shifted slightly at the sound of 'twin' but they said nothing. There was no point explaining things to idiots.

"Huh, what? Are you one of those guys?" Gokudera asked with a bored expression, eyes flitting towards the motionless disciplinary members. The gray haired guy sauntered slowly over to the two identical looking people, obviously picking a fight. "This place is now the headquarters for the Vongola family." Vongola, she repeated inside her mind. Her eyes flitted down to her hand but returned her attention ahead.

Kyona shook her head with disapproval in the background. Such lack of sense these people had.

"Family?" In a swift instant that only his female counterpart could see (and probaly Reborn), Kyoya pulled out his tonfa and sliced the coffee mug in half.

"What the hell is this guy?" Gokudera jumped back in shock and Kyona stifled a yawn.

"I hate weak herbivores that crowd around."

"Bastard," Gokudera spat hatefully.

"If you come into my sight, I will bite you to death."

Kyona walked over to where Reborn sat and took a place next to him, bored. This wasn't even enough for her to interfere with and she didn't want to deal with his bothersome complaining.

Gokudera took out the bombs that Kyona came into terms with recognizing and the male knocked it away quickly, whacking him with the other tonfa in a full swing. No mercy.

The bombs rolled over to where the two of them sat and Reborn put them out with a water gun.

"Want some?" Reborn offered her a mug of coffee, glancing down and smirking. She followed his line of sight to the ring on her middle finger. The Vongola cloud ring or whatever they called it. It appears that the child noticed.

She declined Reborn's offer but put out her own. "Want the ring?" she asked. She had no use for it, the only reason why she obtained it was because she wanted to fight.

"No. It's yours," he said simply before placing his attention back to the food and she turned back to the scene when Gokudera slumped down, defeated.

"One," Kyoya called out before lunging towards the baseball player. Yamamoto was able to dodge most of the aims though Kyona already knew he had good reflexes. "You move well, but you are protecting your right hand."

Kyona smirked, already realizing the same thing. So he was perceptive too, she judged.

"I see. The baseball club," Kyoya drew the conclusion before pulling up his leg and kicking him square in the stomach.

Kyona noticed the fact that the male prefect spared the right hand. Though she would too. Namimori's baseball club would suffer a loss, and she didn't want Namimori Middle to lose in anything. She supposed her male self thought so too.

"Two." Kyoya said out loud as Yamamoto slumped to the floor, unconscious like Gokudera.

Kyona got up, brushing down her skirt. She had enough, this was too boring and something she didn't mind letting him handle. Plus, she had somewhere to go.

"I'll be taking my leave, child."

"Sure," Reborn replied.

If she wanted to avoid as much trouble as possible, she'll have to make it back to the Hibari house as soon as possible and hope that they used the same key. Though it should, depending on how far the house goes back.

Or else, she'll just have to break in. No problem. But more trouble.

At the gate though, she ran into one of the disciplinary committee members. Even in this world, he looked the same.

"I've never seen you before," he started as she got closer.

"Well you see me now. So move," she narrowed her eyes at the taller teen who was blocking her way.

"I'll have to see an ID," he squared his shoulders, refusing to move.

"You're going to have to see a doctor if you don't get out of my path, now."

He raised his eyebrow. "I'm going to have to resort to violence for you defying the disciplinary committee's orders."

"Kusakabe Tetsuya," she said with threat laced in her voice. He seemed slightly surprised that she knew his name. "When you figure out who I am, you're going to be sorry you ever spoke such words to me. In fact, you're going to be sorry now."

He frowned before lunging at her with a punch but she ducked, punching him in the stomach. He stumbled backwards and that gave her time to whip out both her tonfas.

"Goodnight, Kusakabe Tetsuya."

The key worked without a problem. Good, good.

The house smelled slightly different but it was the same mostly. Some of the furniture was different, the ones that happened to be the same were located in different places. However, the structure of the traditional home remained the same. Even the shishi odoshi in the backyard and the stone pond.

It was just like home. And even in her world, home didn't seem so much like home. Not without mother. Her attention caught onto the small shrine that has a picture of her. Kyona gave a small, rare smile as she picked up the framed photo.

Hibari Akane. The picture that Kyona had was a bit different than this one. Mother's hair was longer here than what she was used to. But it made sense. From what she can tell, mother passed away earlier for her male counterpart. And that was probably why their personality differed. Mother's teachings, mother's ways.

She walked down a familiar seeming hallway- but not familiar in terms of aspect. If they had the same taste, surely he would have picked the bedroom at the end of the hallway. And he did, she thought to herself as she slid open the shoji.

The scent wasn't the same. It must have smelled like him, if she were to know what he smelled like. Kyona walked in as if it was her own, it might as well be anyways.

Usually when she got home, she would take a shower. Should she? Upon entering the bathroom, she realized the structure was the same but obviously the items were different. He had a comb, where she would have used a brush. His toothbrush was blue but hers was red. Little things like that. Though it mattered not.

She scanned the items of the bathtub. Shampoo, conditioner, male body wash. She sighed. Though the shampoo would work… Coconut, interesting. Idly she wondered if he liked coconuts as much as she does.

...

"For breaking into my house, you will be bitten to death."

She watched him with a neutral expression, running fingers through her wet hair. "I had a key. It's technically my house- just not in the same dimension."

"You're wearing a towel."

"And you're wearing a uniform," she sneered. Purposely bumping into his shoulder, she made her way over to his dresser.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I think I'm finding something to wear. Unless you like seeing your female self in a towel," she glanced over her shoulder to see an irritated frown upon his features.

She was rummaging through the contents when he snatched her hand roughly, slamming her against the nearest wall. If she wasn't holding the towel up, she would have punched him. If she weren't entertained by this, she would have kneed him where it hurt him more than it'd hurt her.

His steel blue eyes bored into her own as he pinned her there, one leg between hers. She eyed his features. The mirror on his dresser reflected the two of them.

They had the same nose, perhaps even the same mouth. His features were a bit sharper and her eyes were a tad bigger.

"You really do look more like father," she stated casually upon studying his features. If even her chromosomes were different, surely a few genes were different as well.

"And you look like an eyesore."

She smirked. "Are you having fun insulting yourself?"

His eye twitched slightly along with the downward curving of his mouth.

She realized this would never get old. She already came to terms that insulting him would be insulting herself, but it seemed like he was having a difficult time. "I must say as a guy, I don't look so bad."

He scoffed though it was his turn to scan her features. As he analyzed her, Kyona realized from the emotions from his eyes that for a different reason, he did not see her as himself. And for that moment, she let herself wonder how that made her feel.

"So," she breathed out. "Will you share?" And she was sure they both knew she meant more than share the house, or share the shirt. If he were to decline, she supposed she would had to have resorted to violence.

"You will spar with me everyday," was his condition.

A smirk played upon her lips, accepting his request. "Hn." She, too, was enticed by the idea.

He removed himself away from her and she was somewhat glad to have her personal space back, though she wasn't too sure what was really considered 'personal' when she was standing in front of someone that was supposedly herself.

"Salisbury steak," she said as she picked up a plain black and white striped oversized t-shirt, one that was a bit too long even for the male. Ah, she was right. Apparently it was his favorite too, looking at his expression. She shook her head slightly with a smirk before walking to the bathroom without another word.

The girl opened the door after a minute with the shirt on, reaching halfway down her thighs. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail except for the front of the shorter layer. She leaned onto the doorway with arms folded in front her chest, eyeing him from a distance.

Kyoya glared at her. "You invaded my world-"

"I'm not an alien."

"You barged into my house-"

"Our house, technically."

"-claiming it as your house as well," Kyoya frowned at being interrupted. "Took my shirt."

She merely shrugged. "I don't have my own clothes, clearly."

"And now you want dinner?"

"Is that so foreign of a request?"

A/N: I don't like using the word 'baby' when referring to Reborn because to me that sounds.. awkward? LOL. So I'll use 'child'.
Edit 4.17.15 : Took out some things from the chapter because it was too long and felt too rushed. :o Will be uploaded to the later chapters. Sorry for any inconveniences.

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